Chapter 5 Crying

Hitting my back against the softest bed ever, I winced in pain as the pounding headache reminded me of my predicament.

"You're going to stay here until the boss arrives," he barked, his voice loud and commanding, making me flinch and shrink away in fear.

"You're a damn tempting little butterfly. Why don't I have a taste of her elegant body, Jack?" he smirked, his lustful gaze piercing through me. Cold sweat trickled down my face, and panic gripped me.

"Shut up, Gino, and pray he doesn't hear you," another man warned sharply, pulling me deeper into my spiraling fear.

Why was I separated from the other girls? Where were they being taken? Why was I kept here? Who was their boss? Was I going to die? These questions battered my mind relentlessly as I let out a sorrowful moan.

"BOSS!"

Their unified scream jolted me out of my thoughts, terror tightening its grip on my chest. Who was this boss? Was he cruel? Dangerous? Would he kill me? Tears brimmed in my eyes, but I forced them not to fall.

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**DRAGONS POV **

"Gino, did you try to taste my meat?"

I couldn't believe his boldness. Did he forget what am capable of?

"S-s-sorry, boss... I... I..." Gino stammered, trembling as his pants darkened with fear.

I grinned, taking a deliberate step toward him, my hand sliding into my pocket.

"I like it when you fear me, Gino. But I hate it when you're weak. You broke my rules, and now you'll have to choose how you die. I'll grant you the honor because you've followed me for a long time. You have two seconds to decide."

"N-n-no, boss... I..." Gino's voice faltered as he cowered before the man, his fear feeding my cruel amusement.

My grin widened as i moved closer, pulling out a knife. Without hesitation, i plunged it into Gino's chest. Blood gushed out as Gino let out a low groan, writhing in pain.

"B-boss... please... forgive me," Gino managed to whisper, his voice weak and pained.

"You're sorry?" I asked mockingly, tapping Gino's shoulder.

"Yes, boss..." Gino's muffled voice barely escaped his lips.

I smirked. "Alright, I might let you go-but only if you kill Jack."

Gino's eyes widened in shock. He looked at the boss with disbelief. Jack was the boss's right-hand man-his trusted bulldog, smart, calculative, and loyal to a fault. They had been partners in crime for years.

I pulled out a gun and handed it to Gino. "At the count of three, I want you to kill Jack. If you don't, you die." I took out another gun and pointed it at Gino's forehead.

"One... Two... Three!"

Gino pulled the trigger, but the shot missed. Jack had anticipated the move and dodged. Gino dropped to his knees, shaking uncontrollably, realizing his fate was sealed.

I stared down at him with cold disdain. "Remember this, motherfucker: I hate losers who fear death. Dragons don't cower. And I especially hate those who try to touch what's mine."

Gino's lips quivered as he tried to plead, but i didn't hesitate. I pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced Gino's forehead. Gino collapsed, lifeless, in a pool of his blood.

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**ARAYA**

A strangled cry escaped my lips as I heard the gunshot. He had killed a man. Was I next?

"Jack, get rid of the body and send someone to clean this place," the boss ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

The door clicked shut, and I sobbed harder as I felt his footsteps approaching me. His presence loomed over me, and though the blindfold obscured my vision, I could feel his eyes burning into me.

"I guess you'll dry out all the tears in your body if you keep crying," he said, his tone mocking.

I froze, weak and pale, curling into myself. His words echoed in my head, each repetition striking fear deeper into my heart.

He leaned down, his warm hands brushing against my skin as he removed the blindfold. I gasped, startled by his deep ocean-blue eyes that seemed to glint with amusement. His disarming smile-the same one I had foolishly been drawn to-only added to my dread.

"Please... don't hurt me," I whimpered, trembling under his touch as his fingers lingered on my face.

"I won't... as long as you're a good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark promises. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me close. His lips brushed against my neck, his fingers pushing the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and I shivered under his touch.

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